Without You Poem by krishna kumar

Living my life without you is like playing the guitar without strings
There are no notes, numbers or rhythm…
Then how there would be any meaning?
I am jaded hearing this melancholic song of my solitude
I ever wished to be entrapped in your arms
But never wished to be enslaved in your thoughts
I am sober enough when I feel this addiction of your love…
Don't know the drug that will intoxicate my soberness
Birth of my love is in the gaze of your eyes
While its funeral is in the tears of my eyes
Furthermore I have a question to ask
Will you be my one and only answer? ? ?